More rejection
Little acceptance
More failures
Few successes
Years of endless hours alone
Only some in the public eye...
Countless fiascos
Few eureka moments
Lots of black and grey
Few Reds and yellows
Many not-nows
Few red dots with wows
Many will say, awesome
You are an artist
Few will understand,
why...
More times with no funds
Few with surplus
More times of being in red
Few in blue
Many years of waiting
Before the fame, if ever
No retirement, no pension
Ideas constantly brewing
You chose to be an artist
Unparallel joy
To forget the pain
Marks left
To go on after one has gone
Issues immortalised
Moments frozen
Emotions etched
Anger splashed
Walls adorned
Metro stations beautified
Homes brightened
Souls replenished
Awards won
Works validated
Articles written
People inspired
You chose to be an artist
A life never easy
Like a trek up the hill
Incredible view; deep valley
Two sides of the same coin
A mixed bag my dear
Anxiety and fear
Endless thrill
Satiated soul
Artist...
One of a kind breed
On colours and forms they feed
They fall and get up
They chose to be an artist...
I chose to be an artist...
(c) shubhra
May 30th, 2023
Comments
It is God’s special gift to be an artist.
I said, It is God’s special gift to be an artist.